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The snow is still falling.

Bai Qian and Bai Qian were wearing white clothes and white robe, standing in the white snow, looking at Fang Bie quietly: "Get out the sword."

When the opponent he faced was the dean of the Egret Academy, even Fang Bie did not dare to neglect at all.

He saluted Bai Qian Jingjing's sword.

"Offended."

While the boy spoke like this, his figure flew out like lightning.

After flying out, it was slashed down with one sword.

Like the sky light like thunder.

A flawless sword.

Even if the opponent is Bai Qian, he can only use his sword to block it.

Bai Qianheng Sword blocked the other sword below. Even if his internal strength was as profound as him and his sword technique was as exquisite as him, he could not help but take a step back when facing this sword.

At that moment, Bai Qian completely understood how Ning Huan died.

While he pushed back, Fang Bie slashed out with a sword and landed lightly. Then he bounced on the ground like a spring. While his body turned around, he slashed the second sword.

"clang!"

Bai Qian blocks again.

Then don't kill the third sword.

It can be said that one sword after another, one sword after another, one sword is endless.

In a blink of an eye, Fang Bie slashed out ten swords.

Then, Bai Qian also blocked the ten swords.

The boy jumped back and gasped slightly.

Bai Qian looked at Fang Bie in the snow and exclaimed sincerely: "The younger generation is terrifying."

"At a young age, I really feel ashamed of having such swordsmanship."

"Don't talk about those who have nothing." Fang Bie sighed and looked at the old man in white in front of him: "I believe Dean Bai has already understood the weakness of my sword."

Bai Qian nodded quietly.

Fang Bie's sword is indeed very powerful, and it can be called the strongest sword.

But the strongest is useless.

He only has this sword.

If someone can block the other first sword below, then they can also block the second sword of Fang Bie's third sword.

All Fang Bie could do was to continue to cut down with a sword at the peak level.

Cut until the other party dies, or you don’t have the strength to cut another sword.

"Please give me advice, Dean Bai." Fang Be continued.

Bai Qian smiled and nodded.

He gently raised his sword and shook a sword flower in the void towards Fang Bie.

The spring tide reaches the sea level.

At that moment, a straight wave of light cuts across towards Fangbie, like a tide rising and falling, and a line is coming straight.

Fang Bie subconsciously blocked the sword, but Bai Qian's sword energy was wider and thicker than the ordinary sword energy, so that even if the young man blocked the sword, he was still forced back by the sword light to the edge of the courtyard. Only then could he stand firm.

Spring River Flower Moon Sword? Every poem, sword, sword, poem, artistic conception and sword intent are perfectly reached? It can be said that in the realm of swordsmanship? Bai Qian can be regarded as having walked out of his unique path.

Fang Bie was forced into the corner by a sword.

Fang Bie sighed, "What a good sword."

Compared with Fang Bie's sword, Bai Qian's sword is far better than Fang Bie himself in terms of skill and artistic power.

After all, they have been studying swordsmanship for decades? It’s not something that Fang Bie, a person who only practices one sword for ten years, can be compared.

"Sometimes I pursue the sword intent too much? Instead, I am far from the original intention of the sword." Bai Qian shook her head and said, "Since I can take my first sword? Then how about trying the second sword?"

Bai Qian said this? Step forward? He stabbed at Fang Bie with a sword.

The bright moon on the sea is full of tides.

An ordinary sword? It's just a point to stab it.

But Bai Qian's sword stabbed him like a bright moon approaching.

Fang Bie thought for a moment and turned over and avoided on the ground.

Bai Qian's sword stabbed the courtyard wall, and the courtyard wall repaired by blue bricks was opened up by the way.

This is not a hole opened by the force of the impact? Because the edges of this hole are as smooth as a mirror? There is no burr at all? It is like a sandpaper file that has been polished.

After all, the sword in Bai Qian's hand is too sharp.

On the other side, Fang Bie rolled over and avoided the sword and stood up and hit Xuehua on his body: "Director Bai, are you too much, you only ranked eighth?"

"I remember before the Jianghu List changed, I was the fourth place."

Bai Qian looked at Fang Bi and said a little serious.

Yes? Bai Qian was right. Bai Qian, the director of Bai Qian, was the fourth-ranked strongman on the list before changing the list.

Before him, they were Shaolin abbot Kongming, beehive assassin Yi Ming, and Luo Sect leader Ding Kuyu.

There are only these three people.

However, after the Jianghu list was changed, Bai Qian's ranking was directly ranked second.

The ones ahead of him are still ahead of him, but Qin, He Ping, Fang Bie and Shang Li who suddenly overtook the corner were added.

But to be honest, Qin and He Ping themselves should be above Bai Qian. Fang Bie and Bai Qian are between him and Bai Qian. Shang Li is also a master of swordsmanship. At least he will not be as embarrassed as Fang Bie when facing Bai Qian.

"Yes." Fang Bie nodded and said, "If it was really a public duel, I should not be your opponent."

"But if you are my mission goal, I'm still sure."

For Fang Bie, there are still some differences between defeat and killing.

Bai Qian couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "Do you still have to see the third sword?"

The third sword may be the strongest swords in this set of Chunjiang Flower Moon Sword.

Because the third sword is rippling with light for thousands of miles.

Fang Bie looked at Bai Qian and shook his head: "Forget it."

"Let's see it next."

As he said this, Fang Bi looked at the old man in front of him: "I plan to live in the academy for a while."

"Can the Dean agree?"

Bai Qian smiled: "Of course."

"Brother Fang, you can stay here as long as you want."

...

...

Since Bailu Academy is a college, of course there are many houses.

The house is for living.

Soon, Fang Bie was arranged to a pure and elegant house.

"Dare you ask how many young master Fang is here to live?" The young literati in front of him looked at Fang Bie and asked.

"Is there any difference between how many people live?" Fang Bie asked back.

"Of course there is a difference." The literati said seriously: "There are book boys and maids in the academy. If there are people in the Gongzi room, then there is no need to come and clean it frequently. If you have food, just send it to the Gongzi room every day."

"But if there is no one in the Prince's room, then you can temporarily lend the Prince a messenger. "

"How dare you ask the young master what he thought?"

Fang Bie smiled: "That's interesting."

"I beat your senior brother as soon as I came. You didn't hold a grudge against me, but instead thought about it so thoughtful?"

"I came from afar, and the elder brother also said that his skills are not as good as others, so I am willing to give him a disadvantage. If I lose, I lose. There is nothing to explain."

"The young master is very skilled in martial arts. If he can teach him in the next days, we will definitely be grateful."
To be continued...